9. that God would decide that he would crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
10. But it will still be my consolation, and I would recoil in unrelenting pain, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11. What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should hold out?
12. Or is my strength like the strength of stones? Or is my flesh bronze?
13. Indeed, my help is not in me, and any success is driven from me.
14. “Loyal love should come for the afflicted from his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of Shaddai.
15. My companions are treacherous like a torrent-bed; like a streambed of wadis they flow away,
16. which are growing dark because of ice upon them, it will pile up snow.
17. In time they dry up, they disappear; when it is hot, they vanish from their place.
18. The paths of their way wind around; they go up into the wasteland, and they perish.